I did not need to lift a finger.

I had only stopped being the thing that held them up.

I did not follow their misery.

I want to be honest about that, because for a while I thought I would — I thought I’d want to watch.

But it turned out that the moment the case closed, I stopped thinking about them almost entirely, which is its own kind of verdict.

The most complete revenge I could have taken was the one I took without meaning to: I forgot them.